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Alive and Living

He is fading, not yet blind
holding a hand before His eye
stumbling past
Leaving remains
red streaks
of dead clay
peeled away
by perceptions
Perceptions of Nothing

Melancholy heartbeats
linger to say
goodbye, to
Whisper
in His ear
Live

How
beyond dilated pupils
shading out the world

He does not

He is not

living

He is merely
Breathing...



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